Fort Worth daily gazette. (Fort Worth, Tex.) 1882-1891, 1887-09-18

and mischief in her clear bright hazel
eyes, as she recognized the lOunger, who
started st once to his feet
"Lonsdale-you here, and slone!" she
exclaimed, with one Of her flashing
glances, from eyes that were long dashed
and heavily lidded.
Gas you see-snd your" he inquired.
"Oh-I am living at Oxford, with my
uncle, the Professor of Ola Trinity. Is
this boat yours?"
"Pro TEN. it is"
"My cousins were to have rowed me to
Stokencross, but the stupid boys have
either mistaken the time or the place, and
am left lamenting. Will you"
Grow you down streGm-With pleas
ure," he replied, yet with sigh of an
nogance, as he thought of the other
whom he meant to row, and for whose
use he had arranged the dainty velvet
cushions IN the stern
Hilds Tremayne seated herself there at
once; he shipped the SOULS, and sitting
opposite to her, pulled away from the
shady creek.
"You like Oxford, doubt not?" said
he.
"Oh, yes, the undergrads are great
fun; at times enjoy life there quite SIS
much IS | do in garrison. l was so sorry
that you were not ct the Chlllington Park
tennis party"
"Why?'
"Can you ask me why?" she queried,
VITA glance that spoke a volume Of
witchery and pretended pique.
"Well, it was q success, l s1ppose?"
SIT wss too utterly enjoyable! Charm
i1g from beginning to end. By the way,
| met friend Of yours there"
ga friend Of mine?''
''Ye0-canEOt you guess who?"
81 know so many" replied Lonsdale,
affecting en- SIR of Indifference. "But
whom do you nean?"
"Miss TaIbot-she certainly is g strange
girl"
''How?" asked Lonsdale, on whose ear
the laugh which accompanied Hilda's re-
mark, though clear and silvery, Jared q
little.
event the pace you know, with that
old OarOnet-a man who might be her
father twice over. But then, he is so
1ich!"
You met other friends at Chillington,
| presumed" said Lonsdale, to change
subject.
con, several; but dislike-or don't
care about new friends, and always turn
lovingly to the old ones. Do you ever
think of what pleasant times we have had
| together in India?'
! This was said softly, and with one oil
/ hcr most effective glcnces; but without
effect, es LOnsdele, while sculling vigor
ously, was just then looking ahead over
MS shoulder. So after pause, Hilde
spoke again.
$50 your friend Musgrave Is engaged
to that little chit, Amy Brendon. How
strange of HIM"
"You know him?n
ooh, yes. Horace Is lovely dancer
! but, as 8 husband must be most unsuited
! to her. 1t is very well lust now for the
little Brerdon girl, but a931ne will arrive
when Horace may becomE4ike other mar
ried men-cross and fldgety, will keer
her visiting for her ride or drive, vott
Waiting . bore, that ball gives head
ache, call her milliner's bill an outrage
and quote how economically other men'l
wives dress.n
"You are surely sarcastic, Msis Ire
mayne. Horace could never turn Teut
mau of that kind"
"Won't he? Then he will be diaaren
from most Of the married men l kn6@ ,
Don't you marry, Hilda, "said L5hs-
dale, laughing.
81 SHALL not be in hurry, believe me. ;
And Lonsdsle, who knew how Huct
that assertion was worth, laughed agsin
"Is Horace, "-she was fond Of czilinl
men by their Christian names-"going tt
bid goodbye to the dear old Hussarst"
"Certsinly not. He has no intention
OF selling or resigning. Miss BrendoI
dotes on the service as much as he does
and quite looks forward TO all the gaiety
military society will procure for her
after Der rather dull girlhood at Stoken-
cross Vicsrage."
"Then she will lead him dance, 1 ex
pect."
"HoB2"
"Oh, girl bred as she has been,
sure to become intoxicated with the ne7
life, the new scenes, and the so many III
exceptionable men. You know vel
enough what mean"
"Not precisely" said LonsdaIe, g littl
CURLY; the style Of Hilda's prattle rsthe
bored hin just then.
She had now drawn of glove, t.
show, perhaps, the whiteness of her hard
and a very beautiful hand 1t certainl,
was; and soft, coy smile spread owe
her handsome face as she trailed her fin
gers through the water. Then she sdroit
lV caught an oak Leaf that was driftin!
rear, and, fashioning it into the shape Q
8 tiny boat, let it float away with the cur
rent, while Lonsdsle paused in his rowini
. to draw breath for moment. I
"How delightful it would be" said she
with half-drooped eyelids, while CO
/ quettish smile spread over her face, u
one-if we-could thus commit our fst
, 10 the flow Of time!"
All this had but one meaning
J but Montague Lonsdsle was slow TO sc,
cept her challenge now; while Hilda be
! lieved that she WAS about to have the
which to her mind was the greatest OF a.
pleasures, the beginning OF Irritation.
sis there any other time like thst be-
ginning" says someone, "when tn
knowledge creeps in that you ere singleC
out, that you are admired most, that on
| other person is happy only when nea
you; that eyes are watching for you
3 glance, that 8 hand is waiting to touc